He mirrors the headtilt, examining Soysauce more critically. Inebriated, he thinks, and years of tolerating Oghren finds him inured to it. The man is at least cheerful, and not offensive or aggressive in his drunkenness.

"By firearm," he begins, "do you mean your marksman's weapon? I will certainly attempt to learn, if it is required of me. I have been learning some basic hand-to-hand combat, although I find I am now... devoid of my practice partners. If it is useful or necessary, my magic is of course available to the department. I am an elemental mage at my core, although I have learned the art of being a shifter too for what it is worth."